Dhan Dhan Guru De Pyarai
Daughter of Sri Guru Gobind Sahib Ji
Daughter of Mata Sahib Kaur Ji
Fearless Warriors
Courageous Mothers
Determined Daughters
They suffered great in-humane tortures
Watch their children bleed to death
Witnessed the brutal murder of their husbands
Yet, they fought for freedom and faith
Remembered Guru Ji in every breath
And were an Inspiration to all Sikhs
We are a Kaur Princess
We are a Brave Lioness
We are the Daughters of the Khalsa

" No power to speak, no power to keep silent.
No power to beg, no power to give.
No power to live, no power to die.
No power to rule, with wealth and occult mental powers.
No power to gain intuitive understanding, spiritual wisdom and meditation.
No power to find the way to escape from the world.
He alone has the Power in His Hands. He watches over all.
O Nanak, no one is high or low. II33II" - This Shabad is by Guru Nanak Dev Ji in Jap on Pannaa 7

After the assassination of Indra Gandhi on October 31, 1984, Sikhs were butchered across India.

This is a story about a Sikh couple living in an isolated village outside of Punjab. The couple was young and were amritdhari. The Singhni wore a dastaar and they had a young child.

The Sikh couple had an isolated farmhouse in a Hindu dominated area. When news of the assassination reached the area, and it was found out that Sikhs were being killed, some local thugs also decided it was the perfect chance to loot the farmhouse.

The Singh found out about these plans from some well wishers and told his wife that they had very little time and an attack was coming. The Singh said that they should leave their farm and escape to save their lives. The Singhnee however reminded him that they had done Parkash of Sri Guru Granth Sahib on the top floor of the house and how could they run away from Guru Sahib? The Singh again repeated that there was an attack coming and said that their young child would be killed. Singhnee jee insisted again that it would be wrong to run away from Guru Sahib and let the mob disrespect Guru Sahib's saroop.

The Singh in frustration then said, "Once they kill us, they will disrespect the saroop anyways so what is the point in staying? We can't save the saroop if we're dead. The best we can do is save ourselves now. There is no benefit in staying! You are being stubborn and stupid."

The Singhnee replied that while she had breath in her body, she would not abandon Guru Sahib, even to save her life and while she was alive, no one could dare do any disrespect.

With the mob now on its way, the Singh in frustration told his Singhnee that she could do what she wanted but he was leaving with their son. He then took the infant and escaped.

Singhnee jee went to Guru Sahib's room, and did ardaas. She asked Guru Sahib for protection and for the courage to, if need be, become Shahid in this seva. She then took a kirpan and waited.

When Singhnee jee saw the mob arrive, yelling and carrying weapons, ready to attack the house. She came down and stood at the door holding her unsheathed Sri Sahib. All of a sudden, the thugs in the mob began to turn around and run away, looking back in terror and then continuing to run. Singhnee jee was confused but amazed at Guru Sahib's kirpa as the mob retreated and did not return...

Some days later, the Singh came back to the village to check on the fate of his wife and their property. He fully expected that his wife would be assaulted and killed and their home looted. As he was nervously walking to his home, a Hindu acquaintence stopped him and asked, "Singh, where did you gather all those Nihangs from so quickly that day???!"

The Singh was confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

The Hindu replied, "That day, when the mob went to attack your house, your wife came and stood in the door and she was surrounded by so many massive Nihangs who were so tall and carrying all kinds of weapons. Where did you gather all of them from so quickly?"

The Singh realised that Shaheed Singhs had themselves come and protected Guru Sahib's saroop and his Singhnee's courage had been rewarded. He went home and begged for forgivness from his Singhnee and told her about how all the villagers were talking about the army of Nihangs that had protected their house.

The atmosphere was silent like a city falls silent after a major storm. All the young men were staring with eyes wide. The Singh began, "First brothers, let us tell our story" He was hanging his head, trying to hide the tears in his eyes from the other Singhs.

"We both were originally from village Kamaalpura in Ludhiana. My name is Hari Singh and his name is Bhaag Singh. We both had a Transport company in Delhi. From childhood we were both amritdhari. Because of the parchaar of Master Gurbakhsh Singh of our village, we all took amrit from Bhai Sahib's Jatha. Master jee had a lot of kamaiee and had a very high jeevan. He was drenched in naam and his life story is written in Bhai Randheer Singh's book Ranglae Sajjan. So with the influence of Master jee, we joined the Akhand Kirtani Jatha.

We were both married to dastaar-wearing bibis. In about 1970, due to circumstances, we went to live in Delhi's Karol Bagh. Our business grew with Guru Sahib's blessings and the unity between us two (brothers). We had about 250 trucks with National Permits. We were happy and had all our needs met.

My wife liked doing keertan in the Jatha and always went to Ran Sabaiee Smagams. Once, when my Singhnee and my niece, my brother's ten-year-old daughter, were going to the Gurdwara in the evening, some Hindu boys began to make fun of the dastaar on her head and her Sikh baaNaa. My wife and my niece both began to beat those Hindu youths on the street. Maybe that youth was a worker with the Shiv Sena (Hindu militant group).

On October 31st when Indira was killed, that same youth brought a mob of 150 other young men and attacked our house. We both were in Transport Nagar at our office. Our home only had our wives and children. The mob tried to light the house on fire, but they fired from my licensed revolver and the crowd ran off. The goons had broken the phone lines so our family could not call and inform us.

After the mob had run off, the head of the local police station along with a police party came and took away my revolver from my Singhnee saying that he would control the situation and to maintain the peace she should hand over the revolver.

My Singhnee believed him and gave him the revolver. Right away the waiting mob began to enter the house. My Singhnee asked the police to stop the thugs from coming in but they tore the keskee from her head and tied her arms behind her back. All the children and my brother's Singhee were soaked with kerosene and lit on fire in front of my Singhnee. They all died, writhing in pain in front of her.

Then, that same Hindu Brahmin boy from our neighborhood, whom my wife had beat came forward. He stripped my Singhnee naked and then..." After this, the Singh from Delhi could not speak any further and began to sob.

Sitting nearby, a young Singh by the name of Babbar Ganga Singh was shaking his head violently and repeating "no...no..." and then he too began to sob loudly "I'll burn Delhi. I'll drink the bastards' blood" Ganga Singh was hitting the ground with his fist like he was mad. Bhai Anokh Singh and another barely managed to control him.

...All the Singhs were suffering like a fish out of water...

Bhai Anokh Singh with his hand indicated for the Singh from the Delhi to continue his story. He again started,

"When we both arrived home that night, barely saving our own lives, it was like a cremation ground. In the courtyard, the bodies of our family were lying scattered. My four year old nephews hands were together, as if it was some plea for mercy. My Singhnee, still naked, was tied to a grill. Her mouth was stuffed shut with cloth. Her whole body was covered with scratches from nails and bite marks. I took off my dastaar and put it on top of her and then put her in a rickshaw so we could take her to the hospital. But on the way she died"Saying this, that Singh could not finish and again began to sob.

Hearing the story, all the Singhs' eyes were glowing with pain and fury. The Singhs were clutching their weapons very tightly. Whatever little sympathy I had left for the Indian state was now smashed.

...The police turned a blind eye as unruly mobs marched through Sikh neighborhoods dousing men with gasoline and setting them on fire and dragged Sikh victims out of their yellow X-marked homes to certain death. Some gangs raped Sikh women...

Please refer to the following articles that have been posted on neverforget84.com website.

Many Sikh women participated in the Sikh resistance movement as fighters. Like their sisters from past ages, Sikh women joined their brothers in the fight for freedom. Many brave Singhnees fought side by Side with Singhs and attained Shaheedi.

"...A historical record of a carnage, the biggest-ever massacre anywhere in India, of how 4000 Sikhs were roasted alive in three days in November 1984, right in the Capital of “the World’s largest democracy”, of how mobs led by members of the “secular” Congress party had a free run of Delhi, as the police either looked the other way or disarmed & arrested the Sikhs who acted in self – defence, of how the state and its agencies deflected all attempts over the years to secure justice for the victims..."– Carnage ‘84

Every Sikh Heart Bleeds

Every Sikh heart bleedsTo think of your heinous deedsIt is time you die of shameAnd give up all your claimTo be a champion of minorityHindu nation is your top priority

Do you search your conscienceWhen you preach non-violence?you are a terrorist of the worst kind

Blind to the values of mankindNastiest tyrant of the present timeMinister prime of war and crimeYou clamour for Nobel Peace prize

When your own country is cut to sizejust another breed of Your kindCan spell disaster for mankindThis is the cry of each Sikh soulYou can fool the world no more.

Today, we will remember one of the darkest moments in our history, November 1984. A year where many young men and women became Shaheeds. Please, take a moment to reflect back on our history, and remember those who literally gave their heads to Guru Ji, for the sake of this Panth. The following story is added for the purposes of understanding the moments many lived through during 1984.

Pappi Kaur and her family had rushed out for safety when they saw the rioters closing in. But the police made them return home. Then she saw her father being dragged out of their home, tortured and burned to death by men who claimed to be avenging the killing of Indira Gandhi. She saw the murderers dilly-dally with her uncle, then burn him too. She was six years old. As they rebuild their lives in the neglected and almost forgotten colony for widows of the 1984 riots, Pappi, 25, cannot help feeling bitter about the administration that let them down twice

...I was very young in 1984. But how can I forget the day on which all the men of my family were ruthlessly murdered....

At the time, we were staying in Chilla village, near Trilokpuri in east Delhi. My father came back early from work, looking very tense, and told us about the riots in the city, that people were killing Sikhs all over Delhi. But it was not as if he, or the neighbourhood, felt that everything around us would change in the next few hours.

We went up to the terrace and saw that our neighbourhood gurdwara had been set on fire. That was when we felt the first jolt of panic. The rioting was no longer ‘in the city’. It was coming nearer home.

We decided to go to the gurdwara to protect it as best as we could. There was my father, his younger brother, my mother and grandmother and we, the children.

On our way, we saw hordes of murderous-looking people and fierce fighting. The police stopped us and told us to return home.

We did, but that was a mistake. At home, we were sitting ducks. A mob broke down the wooden door of our house, dragged out all the menfolk one by one, beat them up and then set them on fire.

My father was first. We couldn’t see what happened, because they took him out of the house. Then it was his younger brother. He had shorn his hair. At first, they were willing to let him go. But then they changed their mind, dragged him out again, beat him up and set him on fire as well. The attackers did not even spare my poor old grandmother. They broke her arm and abused her. They told her that she should leave the neighbourhood immediately or they would kill all the children. I can still see their vicious faces. They were shouting, "Tune hamaari maa ko maara hai. Hum tujhe maarenge! You killed our mother (Indira Gandhi), we will kill you!"

They put burning tyres around the necks of the Sikhs they were torturing before the slaughter, and shouted, "Dekho sardaar kaise naach rahe hain! Look how the Sikhs are dancing!"

My grandmother and mother ran away with the children. We hid in a wilderness, away from the residential colonies. For three days and nights, we stayed in hiding. On the fourth day, the army came in and took over from the police. That was the first time we felt safe.

Later, we were informed that we would be resettled and awarded compensation. It is true that we were given a one-time compensation. Widows were given jobs, but not near their homes. Their places of work were scattered all over Delhi. And they have to raise their families on the pittance they make in these ‘Class IV’ jobs. There is an area here in Tilak Vihar called the Widows’ Colony. It’s only for the widows of the 1984 riots. That’s where we were shunted. There was no other attempt to reach out to us in any way. Not one leader, from any community or political party, ever comes this way.

In the era of Guru Ram Das Ji, one cannot leave out Rajni, youngest daughter of Rai Duni Chand, revenue collector (kardar) of Patti. (The story has all the myth, magic and miracles of a genuine Sakhi, but is nevertheless a charming story). Rajni was a Sikh, a disciple of the Guru. One day she was sitting with her sisters admiring some new clothing they all had received from their father. The girls were ecstatic and exclaiming how good their father was to them.

Rajni observed that all gifts are ultimately from God. Their father was merely an instrument of His greatness.

Unfortunately for her, he overheard her comment and became very angry.It was not the First time that she incurred his wrath because of her extreme piety. The infuriated father, believing her to be an ungrateful wretch, married her to a leper with a taunt that he would see how her God would help her lead a normal life. The leper was severely disfigured and a foul smell came from his body. The poor girl had accepted her fate ungrudgingly and worked hard to maintain herself and her crippled husband.

She kept repeating the name of God, and was certain that he was testing her with this turn of events. She was forced to beg for a living. Still she bathed and fed her leper husband, never losing faith.

"Guru Ji says, she who looks upon the Husband as the Lord, is blessed and has firm faith; great are those wives and they are received with honour in the Court of the Lord."(SGGSJ Ang 185)

Gauree Gwaarayree, Fifth Mehla:In the Dark Age of Kali Yuga, they come together through destiny.As long as the Lord commands, they enjoy their pleasures. II1IIBy burning oneself, the Beloved Lord is not obtained.Only by the actions of destiny does she rise up and burn herself, as a 'satee'. IIPauseII Imitating what she sees, with her stubborn mind-set, she goes into the fire.She does not obtain the Company of her Beloved Lord, and she wanders through countless incarnations. II2IIWith pure conduct and self-restraint, she surrenders to her Husband Lord's Will; that woman shall not suffer pain at the hands of the Messenger of Death. II3IISays Nanak, she who looks upon the Transcendent Lord as her Husband, is the blessed 'satee'; she is received with honor in the Court of the Lord. II4II30II99II

At the time of holding the ‘pula’ the bride is promising to:

"Beloved husband if you take my hand; I shall never forsake You." (SGGSJ Ang 322)

Fifth Mehla:To obtain the state of life of Nirvaanaa, meditate in remembrance on the One Lord.There is no other place; how else can we be comforted?I have seen the whole world - without the Lord's Name, there is no peace at all.Body and wealth shall return to dust - hardly anyone realizes this.Pleasure, beauty and delicious tastes are useless; what are you doing, O mortal?One whom the Lord Himself misleads, does not understand His awesome power.Those who are imbued with the Love of the Lord attain Nirvaanaa, singing the Praises of the True One.Nanak: those who are pleasing to Your Will, O Lord, seek Sanctuary at Your Door.II2II

Husband – if you are holding my hand in marriage then I will not leave your side until the day I die.

One day, she reached the site of a pool on her way to a neighboring village. Placing the basket containing her husband by the side of the pool, she had gone off on an errand, most probably to look for food. In the meantime, her crippled husband had seen a black crow dip into the water of the pool and come out white.

Amazed at this miracle, the man crawled up to the edge of the pool and managed a dip. He found himself completely cured.

When his wife returned, she was amazed to find her husband in good health. He was handsome and whole. At first, she was alarmed and suspected that he might be a different person. He had, however, kept one finger with leprosy marks un-dipped. He showed her the diseased finger as proof of his identity.

The couple thanked God, and went to the Guru to seek his blessings.

The pool was the future site of the Sri Harminder Sahib. The medicinal properties of the water were said to have come from Basil (Tulsi), which grew in abundance on its banks. Guru Amar Das Ji used to pick the herb there to make poultices for an infected toe that plagued Guru Angad Ji. The legendary importance of the site highlights the medicinal properties of the waters of the pool, Rajni's leper husband was cured in.

Sakhi relates that if you keep faith in God then one day all rewards are paid. Bibi Rajni had always kept the Faith in Guru and God, being happy with whatever she had and thus was rewarded at the end.

Bibi Rajni, was known for her unmatched dedication, and rewarded the community through the construction of the sacred pool of Sri Harminder Sahib in Amritsar.

How can we ridicule the concept of women when our Guru Sahibans addressed Akal Purakh Sahib as the husband and portrayed themselves as a woman on countless occasions? He commented that a woman's heart is komal (soft) and kind.

Sikhs are forbidden from keeping any relations with ‘kurimars’ (those who kills their female children) yet it is sad to see that in Punjab every tenth house is a ‘kurimar’." He blamed the ‘snake of dowry’ for making these people do such evil things. On one hand a father is sending his daughter in a brand new car bought on loans and on the other hand he is getting ready for his funeral because of those loans.

By killing innocent girls in the womb, we are killing a spirit that can attain five great personalities: a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother and a grandmother. We are acting like God not realizing that this spirit can have great karams written on her forehead and that she can change our lives for the better.

Why don't we teach and guide our daughters from our great history?

They can be great sisters like Bebe Nanaki Ji who had unequivocal trust in Guru Nanak Dev ji when no one else did and became the very first Sikh of Guru Sahib.

There were great mothers like Mata Tripta Ji .How great she must be that she gave birth to Guru Nanak Dev Ji and thus did not incur any worldly desires. She was truly ‘tripat’ as her name implies, satisfied in life.

There was Mata Khivi ji, Bibi Ji was like a big tree with a cool and sweet shadow, who raised two great daughters Bibi Amro Ji and Bibi Anokhi ji. Mata Khivi Ji took her husbands, Guru Angad Dev Ji teachings seriously, she made it clear that one must earn one's living through one's own labour.

There were daughters like Bibi Bhani Ji who was so humble and polite to her father, Guru Amar Das Ji, and thus, Bibi Bhani Ji's son Guru Arjan Dev Ji inherited great qualities.

There were grandmothers like Mata Gujar Kaur (Gujri ji) who was unwavering, and had an enormous loving heart.

Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji told his daughter Bibi Veero Ji when she got married to never let a blemish come on this Guru-kul (Guru’s family). Imagine how great she must have been that all five of her sons became Shaheed on the battlefields!

Finally, what about the Mothers of the Punj Pyare! It was through their selfless courage, absolute love, and total fearlessness that the Khalsa came to life. But do we know the names of their mothers and what their mothers did to raise them with such a consciousness? Everyone has the Light of the Divine within them. That is never the question. But to live that Light unto death - that is a matter of training and the mother is the first training ground of the soul.

Siree Raag, Third Mehla:Consider the time and the moment-when should we worship the Lord?Night and day, one who is attuned to the Name of the True Lord is true.If someone forgets the Beloved Lord, even for an instant, what sort of devotion is that?One whose mind and body are cooled and soothed by the True Lord-no breath of his is wasted. II 1 IIO my mind, meditate on the Name of the Lord.True devotional worship is performed when the Lord comes to dwell in the mind. II1IIPauseIIWith intuitive ease, cultivate your farm, and plant the Seed of the True Name.The seedlings have sprouted luxuriantly, and with intuitive ease, the mind is satisfied.The Word of the Guru's Shabad is Ambrosial Nectar; drinking it in, thirst is quenched.This true mind is attuned to Truth, and it remains permeated with the True One. II2IIIn speaking, in seeing and in words, remain immersed in the Shabad.The Word of the Guru's Bani vibrates throughout the four ages. As Truth, it teaches Truth.Egotism and possessiveness are eliminated, and the True One absorbs them into Himself.Those who remain lovingly absorbed in the True One see the Mansion of His Presence close at hand. II3IIBy His Grace, we meditate on the Naam, the Name of the Lord. Without His Mercy, it cannot be obtained.Through perfect good destiny, one finds the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, and one comes to meet the True Guru.Night and day, remain attuned to the Naam, and the pain of corruption shall be dispelled from within.O Nanak, merging with the Shabad through the Name, one is immersed in the Name. II4II22II55II

When any one wanted to be with Sri Guru Amar Das Ji and be in His Darshan, they had to comply with some simple instructions.

First, they had to eat from the Guru's kitchen with all his other guests regardless of status or gender. Women were asked to remove their veils. The Raja of Haripur was no exception. He came with his entourage of wives, and all were asked to have a meal first. The youngest wife was very shy and refused to remove her veil. The Guru asked her what the problem was. In those days, women never ate with men and were certainly not used to he spoken to by men.

...When she came closer to pay her respects to Sri Guru Amar Das Ji, she was adviced by the Guru, to stop the viel-custom, as it is a sign of Slavery…

The poor girl was totally confused and embarrassed. She ran out to hide herself. The Raja wanting to please the Guru, feigned disgust with her behavior and abandoned her altogether. Thus, when she returned home, she was left behind, alone and frightened. This was 500 years ago, when women were not able to work and support themselves independently. This poor girl was far away from family and friends. She hid in the forest, and people said she went totally insane.

The Guru and his Sangat had many disciples and they all did their chores together and listened to the Guru's teaching. There was one man who came from a place near Shaikhupura which is now in Pakistan. He left his home and joined the Guru's camp at Goindwal. He took upon himself the responsibility of bringing firewood daily for the kitchen. One day, while he was in the forest, he had a terrible clash with an insane woman.

She was filthy, her clothes were torn, and her hair was matted. He startled her when he accidentally tripped over her. She reacted by screaming and biting and clawing. He managed to subdue her with kind words and a strong arm. Covering her with his shawl, he brought her to the Guru.

After taking a bath and eating well in the kitchen, the lady was invited to join the congregation and listen to the prayers and theteachings. A great peace entered her soul and she was able to slowly regain her strength and self-esteem.

She was once the Rani of Haripur, but no one knew her real name. As she grew stronger and joined the others in chores as well as prayers, she was often heard muttering "sachan sach" meaning "truth is truth". This soon became her nickname. As time passed, she became totally cured, a confident GurSikh; Physically & Mentally Healthy. The Guru was impressed with her commitment and devotion. She eventually married the gentleman who had rescued her against her will from the forest. Mata Sachan Sach was made a masand and sent with her husband to his home in west-Punjab to preach the word of God.

Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Amar Das Ji…

Bibi Sachan Sach Kaur,The Daughter of the Guru,How fortunate she was toReceive pure and inspirationalBlessing for our Guru JiTo Terminate the Veil-Custom...

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Salok, Third Mehla:Waaho! Waaho! Is the Bani, the Word, of the Formless Lord. There is no other as great as He is.Waaho! Waaho! The Lord is unfathomable and inaccessible. Waaho! Waaho! He is the True One.Waaho! Waaho! He is the self-existent Lord. Waaho! Waaho! As He wills, so it comes to pass.Waaho! Waaho! Is the Ambrosial Nectar of the Naam, the Name of the Lord, obtained by the Gurmukh.Waaho! Waaho! This is realized by His Grace, as He Himself grants His Grace.O Nanak, Waaho! Waaho! This is obtained by the Gurmukhs, who hold tight to the Naam, night and day. II1II

This Shabad is by Guru Amar Daas Ji in Raag Gujri on Pannaa 515

The stages of Sunneyeh (listening to gurbani indeep meditation in the Sunn Smadhi) and Munneyaa (Belief) as described in Gurbani are very high spiritual states. Full belief and commitment, full faith and trust, full devotion and love, takes us to higher and higher realms of eternal truth and spirituality. As our love keeps on enhancing we keep on doing more and more Gurbani in our day to day life. We keep enhancing the practice of Gurbani in our day to day deeds, actions, reactions, thoughts, mental outlook and behavior. We keep on progressing faster and faster on this path to Sach Khand (God’s realm of Truth).

Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji is our Guru Ji, the one and only. And Gurbani has been described as the Guru in the Gurbani itself. It has been called the “Puran Braham Gyan” and the “Gyaan Saroop of Akal Purakh”:

BANI GURU GURU HAI BANI VICH BANI AMRIT SAAREY;Bani is the Guru, and the Guru is Bani. Within Bani is all the Amrit.

VAHO VAHO BANI NIRANKAAR HAI.Wondrous, wondorus Bani is Formless.

But the question we need to ask ourselves is what state are we operating in? After pronouncing that Sri Guru Granth Sahib is our Guru, are we in the state of listening, accepting, or doing ? Let us put it like this:

Are we listening to the Guru?Are we accepting the Guru's word?Are we doing what the Guru is telling us to do?

ENLIGHTENMENTA blessed Gursikh mother I know told me that when she was deeply, deeply in a state of Vairag (sadness at being separated from God), that she had one thought on her mind, day and night, and that was to have Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji’s darshan. One night guests came and they slept in the bedrooms and the Gursikh took the couch downstairs. Lying down, under the covers in the dark room, her meditation, her desperation reached a peak. Blinding, power light and love burst open inside her mind – it was Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji’s radiance. Afterwards she noticed that she had sweated profusely because of Guru Ji’s overwhelming power.

(Story from Bhai Harjit Singh Lakhan)Source: Spiritual Strength of Women-Six Part Series

BHAIRAO, FIFTH MEHL: The True Guru has listened to my prayer. All my affairs have been resolved. Deep within my mind and body, I meditate on God. The Perfect Guru has dispelled all my fears. I I1I I The All-powerful Divine Guru is the Greatest of all. Serving Him, I obtain all comforts. I I Pause I I Everything is done by Him. No one can erase His Eternal Decree. The Supreme Lord God, the Transcendent Lord, is incomparably beautiful. The Guru is the Image of Fulfillment, the Embodiment of the Lord. I I 2 I I The Name of the Lord abides deep within him. Wherever he looks, he sees the Wisdom of God. His mind is totally enlightened and illuminated. Within that person, the Supreme Lord abides. I I 3 I I I humbly bow to that Guru forever. I am forever a sacrifice to that Guru. I wash the feet of the Guru, and drink in this water. Chanting and meditating forever on Guru Nanak, I live. I I4 I I 4 I I 3 I I 5 I I 6 I I(Guru Granth Sahib ji, panna 1152)

Siree Raag, Fourth Mehla:Receiving the Naam, the mind is satisfied; without the Naam, life is cursed.If I meet the Gurmukh, my Spiritual Friend, he will show me God, the Treasure of Excellence.I am every bit a sacrifice to one who reveals to me the Naam. I I 1 I IO my Beloved, I live by meditating on Your Name.Without Your Name, my life does not even exist. My True Guru has implanted the Naam within me. I I 1 I I Pause I I The Naam is a Priceless Jewel; it is with the Perfect True Guru.When one is enjoined to serve the True Guru, He brings out this Jewel and bestows this enlightenment.Blessed, and most fortunate of the very fortunate, are those who come to meet the Guru. I I 2 I I Those who have not met the Primal Being, the True Guru, are most unfortunate, and are subject to death.They wander in reincarnation over and over again, as the most disgusting maggots in manure.Do not meet with, or even approach those people, whose hearts are filled with horrible anger. I I 3 I I The True Guru, the Primal Being, is the Pool of Ambrosial Nectar. The very fortunate ones come to bathe in it.The filth of many incarnations is washed away, and the Immaculate Naam is implanted within.Servant Nanak has obtained the most exalted state, lovingly attuned to the True Guru. I I 4 I I 2 I I 6 I I 6 I I